**First part of many (I hope). Plan is in my head on where the story goes, just need to discover the time to put it into words. **

Prelude.

Sweat dripped from his face as he thrust up into her, the chair she had him handcuffed to was semi comfortable but didn’t leave much moving room for him to control any part of the sex she was giving him. She felt him getting close so she increased her grinding with her hips, making sure to take his cock deep into herself. He groaned in pleasure as he climaxed, his seed spraying deep into her, filling her pussy and oozing over his cock with her thrusts.

Cathy took this as her cue and grabbed his hair, exposed his neck to the side and bit into his jugular. He was aroused at first but when he felt that it wasn’t a playful bite and her teeth were sharp he panicked. It was too late for him by then though, her fangs had cut deep into his neck and the blood that flowed into her mouth would leave him lifeless. Cathy drank her fill, a few droplets running down her chin and dripping onto her naked breasts. She liked to watch their faces after she had taken most of their blood, liked to tell them why they had been chosen.

“Oh John, you had fun for a while didn’t you. Those little college girls you killed, powerless while you drugged, violated then murdered them. Mmmm, you’re fading now baby, thank you for feeding me…..” She said as the last of his blood ran down his chest, his eyes going dark.

His head slumped forward and as she got off him, she wiped the blood from her breast and licked her fingers. His body would be left in the swamp like the others, the gators were pretty good at disposing of the trash she had taken care of. Cathy happened to look at the tv as she picked up her clothes, December 4th the news said. She smiled to herself and began singing a deep and sultry ‘Happy birthday to me’ as she got dressed, remembering the wonderful night one hundred years ago when she was made complete, made into the gorgeous, deadly and oh so sexy Vampire she was now.

Later that night she sat on the roof of her building, smiling to herself as she wondered about the many lovers she had taken and the woman who had turned her. It had been 100 years, she had seen countless wars on many continents but she all the time stuck to the code her mistress taught her. Only the dark ones, only the killers, the rapists and those who have no place to walk among decent men and women.

Cathy reflected on her Mistress, a woman that men would crumble before, a natural beauty resonating from every pore of her being, her long dark hair framing the face of an angel, her full breasts only complimenting her slim body. She had taught Cathy how to manipulate men with her looks and if that failed, how to use her powers as a Vampire to make the usually bigger create men kneel, beg and plead to be taken by her. The sex she took from the men was for her pleasure alone but she found that their blood tasted sweeter when they had climaxed. Not all of them would be so lucky to get that final release though.

Chapter 1

It was the summer of 1912 and Catherine had just turned 18. Normally her coming of age would have been met with joy and celebration but that year seen the loss of the Titanic and her father with it. He had been one of the chief engineers and didn’t make it home. Her stepmother wanted nothing more to do with her once his insurance money came through so she found herself homeless and alone. It was a dangerous time too. Many women were going missing from the streets and homeless shelters and rumors of a ‘demonic being’ that sucked the life from their victims struck a fear among the city. Catherine felt mildly safe in the women’s shelter, never letting herself get too far from her late fathers revolver but the worry of danger was all the time there. She spent most of her days looking for honest work, earning a few dollars doing maid or cleaning work but times were hard and with the looming threat of war, most tried to live without the luxury of maids or servants. Despite her beauty she refused to become a prostitute, the local brothel’s madam all the time telling her ‘a pretty one like you would earn plenty you know’. She resisted the urge to put a bullet between her eyes and instead tried to keep her manners and dignity and brushed her off with a polite No.

It was a late August evening when her life would change forever.

The sun had only just set and Catherine was making her way through the dimly lit streets to get back to the shelter before the doors locked. She nervously looked behind her every few steps, convinced she was being followed but didn’t really see anything and increased her pace. She had all the time hated the last half mile walk, too many dark alleys to pass and that night they seemed darker. ‘Was that even feasible?’ she wondered to herself as she almost sprinted past the next one.

She was almost at the shelter, could even see the lights of the open doors, passing the last alley he grabbed her. His big hands covered her mouth and dragged her deeper into the darkness. Her purse that held her fathers gun, her confidence giver, was knocked into the gutter as she struggled but it was no use, her attacker was strong, at least twice her size and wasn’t about to let his prey go.

“Good, I like it when they struggle, you’re a pretty little thing aren’t you.” Said the man as he pushed Catherine against the wall, his hands still covering her mouth.

Catherine froze in terror as the brute of a man started tearing at her clothes. She had heard in graphic detail what these men do, one of the women she shared a room with had been raped and was lucky to survive but Catherine feared she wouldn’t be telling anyone in this life. The man pulled a knife from his pocket and showed it to Catherine, holding it close to her eye then letting her feel the cold steel on her face.

“You utter a word and I’ll slice your pretty little throat, you got that?” he said, his breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes.

Catherine could only nod.

What happened next seemed to go by in a blur. No sooner had he taken his hand from her mouth, a woman grabbed his hair from behind and bit him hard on the neck. He tried to fight her off but from the blood dribbling past her lips Catherine knew he was finished. Catherine stepped out of the way as the woman released him from behind, slammed him hard against the wall and continued to drink from his neck. Catherine heard a faint clatter as the knife slipped from the mans fingers and was dropped to the ground. Any fight or resistance he had left in him was gone and when the woman tore out what was left of his throat with her bare hadn and let him go, he slumped against the wall and was dead before he hit the ground. Even in the darkness Catherine could see his face was white, the color drained from him.

Catherine was terrified but watched in awe as the woman approached her, wiping her mouth as she got close.

“You needn’t be afraid child, I mean you no harm. Are you ok?” She asked, her voice was soothing, seductive and soft.

“I… he…. what…” Catherine tried to make sense of why she was still alive.

The woman looked down at her victim, smiling as she explained herself.

“I, am Victoria. I’m glad I got here in time, I’ve been hunting this one for a while. He was a very bad man, has killed at least 20 young women. He was a dock worker and liked to prey on women much smaller than himself so they couldn’t fight back. He won’t be missed, trust me.”

Catherine tried to talk again but instead her world went black as she fainted.

* * *

Catherine woke with a begin, panicking as she remembered the alley but she was in a bed. It couldn’t have been a dream, she could still feel his strong hands clawing at her dress. As her eyes got used to the dim light she looked around. Her torn clothes lay on a chair and she was dressed in a nightgown. She began to wonder how she had got there when Victoria entered the room carrying a large bowl full of steaming water. She placed it on a stool beside the bed and sat with Catherine.

“Good you’re awake. Are you ok Miss?” She said with a gorgeous smile.

“Yes. Thank you for saving me, how did I get here?” replied Catherine, also wondering how she got out of her clothes but didn’t want to seem rude.

“I brought you here, I didn’t want you having to answer questions about your clothes or the blood that got on your dress.”

“Are you going to kill me like you did that man?”

Victoria laughed a little. “Oh no my dear. He was evil and preyed on the weak. You have nothing to fear from me I promise. What is your name?”

“I am Catherine. But, what are you? You threw him against that wall like he was paper but you are no bigger than me. Then you drank his blood. I have read of such persons in books but didn’t think you could be real.”

“I have been called many things, some of them unkind and mostly wrong. I am a Vampire.”

Catherine smiled, she couldn’t help but relax in this woman’s presence.

“Victoria the Vampire?” said Catherine.

“Yes, I know but I was given my name long before I was made.” replied Victoria, still smiling. “Now, I have some clean clothes for you but first you must we must bathe you. I know the shelters don’t have much in the way of baths or showers.”

Catherine didn’t object or withstand as Victoria gently pulled the nightgown over her head. She had her swing her legs over the side of the bed and pulled the covers apart leaving her naked. She had never been undressed before another woman but looking into Victoria’s eyes she felt it would be ok. She watched as Victoria took a small cloth from the bowl, squeezed out the excess water and began to wash her, starting at her feet then working her way up her legs. Her breath became shallow as Victoria washed her stomach, her thighs and then when she had washed her arms she gently washed her breasts. Her touch was electric and Catherine couldn’t help getting excited. Her nipples hardened at her touch but Victoria pretended not to notice and continued. Catherine closed her eyes as Victoria washed her neck and shoulders then had her lay on her stomach. The cloth and her hands felt wonderful on her back and she gasped as her behind was given the same deliberate but gentle treatment her breasts had. Victoria had her turn over onto her back then cleaned her cloth again.

“Would it be ok if I washed your delicate place?” Said Victoria, gazing into Catherine’s eyes.

Catherine could only nod and slowly opened her legs. She had never been touched there by another person but knew of it’s pleasures. She would masturbate when she had trouble sleeping or if she needed release but nothing had felt as wonderful as the warm cloth before. Victoria looked in her eyes as she washed her inner thighs, then over to her vagina. She could feel herself getting very wet and when Victoria slipped a finger inside her she moaned in pleasure.

“Is this ok Catherine, do you want this?” whispered Victoria as she slid a second finger inside her.

Catherine could only gasp a quiet ‘Yes’ as she opened her legs further, groaning as pleasure engulfed her. After a few minutes Victoria began to rub her clitoris and smiled as Catherine began to cum, her pussy tightening as she moaned with her climax. When she was done Victoria leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek then took the bowl from the room. Catherine remained on the bed, still catching her breath from the most wonderful orgasm she’d ever had. Her mind was racing everywhere, she had heard about her stepmother’s aunt who liked women, she had been shunned from the family and was rarely spoken of. Did this make her the same? She let it slip from her mind, didn’t care what something feeling so good made her.

Victoria returned to the room with a pile of clothes and set them down on the stool. She helped Catherine to her feet and held her in her arms, facing her.

“Catherine, I would like you to stay with me. I can keep you safe. It has been a long time since I have met a woman so beautiful and would hate anything bad to ever happen to you.”

“Okay.” Catherine couldn’t only gaze into Victoria’s eyes as she put her arms around her.

Victoria smiled and held her closer.

“I’ll let you get dressed then show you the rest of the house. There are things you must know, both about me and the dangers I face.”

The tour didn’t take long, her house was small and sparsely furnished, the windows blackened with paint. Victoria led Catherine to the porch and sat with her as the sun was coming up.

“Won’t the sun harm you?” Asked Catherine, concerned about her new friend.

“No my dear, I am weaker and cannot feed during the day but I won’t burst into flames like your books tell you. Crosses don’t hurt, reflections work just fine and garlic is just another plant to me. What else do you want to know?”

“The men you kill, how do you choose them?”

“I only take those who have no place living among the innocent. I have taken murderers, rapists, molesters of children and anyone else who preys on the weak. The law isn’t strong enough to catch them all, I know someday that will change but I must survive by the code given to me by my master. He forgot his own code, became what he taught me not to be and it got him killed. A hunter of my kind followed his trail of victims and killed him while he slept in the day. I escaped long before it got that far, once he changed and killed for fun I wanted nothing to do with him and fled here to America. Here, I want you to buy yourself some clothes, I must rest.” said Victoria, handing Catherine a small purse.

It wasn’t until then she remembered her own purse and her gun. Her father had all the time insisted she carry her identity card too. She hoped Victoria had it, turned to ask her but she was gone.

* * * *

“Captain, I swear my men have searched for a mile in every direction and there is no sign of a body.”

Captain Fredricks scowled at his Sargeant, angry at the mans seeming incompetence. “So you’re telling me Mr Black, that this little girl somehow dropped her purse at the foot of the alley, brutally killed someone, leaving blood all over the walls then just vanished? No body, no bloody drag marks and left us just one boot? You need to find me some answers Sargeant or you’ll find yourself cleaning streets for a living.”

The Police Captain stormed of, first handing Sgt Black the purse containing the ID card of a Catherine Mallory, a loaded revolver and 3 dollar bills. Sgt Black remembered the name and could never forget the girls face, earlier that year he’d been the bringer of the terrible news that her father had been killed, along with around 1500 others when the Titanic was lost. He had been a good man, had reluctantly went back to England to work on the ship but the voyage was meant to be his passage home for good. He remembered a pretty young girl, only 17 at the time but maturing into a gorgeous woman. He felt bad that his news made her cry, reminding him of his daughters tears when his wife was found brutally murdered in a alley not unlike this one. He’d never seen anything like this killing before though.

Later that day after Sgt Black had spent countless hours checking shelters, asking the other women if they had seen anyone or anything he sat at the bar with his whiskey and tried to forget the blood. After his third he sighed, got up and thought what he would tell the Captain in the morning. As he stepped out into the cool evening air he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. Two women were walking together but he swore one of them was the girl he was looking for. He stepped up his pace and called out to her.

“Miss Mallory, wait”

The shorter of the two women briefly turned her head but the other woman spoke and they kept walking. The Sgt cursed his bad knees and heavy stomach but he caught up with them, took the smaller woman’s arm as he spoke her name again.

“Miss Mallory, I have some questions for you.”

The Sgt froze as the other woman seemed to move so very fast, taking his arm and made him release his grip.

Victoria held him close to her, looking into the policeman’s eyes.

“You are a good man Sargeant. You never saw Miss Mallory this evening. In the morning you’ll find the note in your pocket telling you where to find the body of your murderer and the letter his killer left for you. You will have one of your officers bring Miss Mallory’s belongings to the shelter on 4th street then you will forget all about her, is that understood?”

“Yes Ma’m, I understand.” He replied, not letting his eyes leave hers.

“Good, now be safe Sgt, and be thankful the man who killed your wife is no longer alive.”

The police Sgt dropped his gaze as the women left, shook his head and when he looked up again they were gone.

He needed rest now, tomorrow will be crucial somehow.

* * * *

“I can see your questions in your eyes Miss Catherine but I can’t answer them for you yet. You have to trust me for now okay?” Said Victoria as she closed her door behind them.

“Okay but that policeman, are you going to kill him?”

“No my dear, he is a good man, he lost his wife to the man I saved you from. I am just sad it took me so long but he was careful and was hard to find.”

Catherine thought how Victoria bent him to her will just by looking at him. She supposed it helped that she was very gorgeous, her long brown hair seemed to shine, her pale features and her soft smile just resonating a goddess like stature. She found herself staring, almost embarrassed that she found herself also getting aroused, the wondered of her fingers touching her again making her very wet. When Victoria turned and smiled at her as she wondered this she gasped a little, wondering if she could hear her thoughts.

“You’re getting red in the cheeks and I can feel your excitement, are you thinking something nice Miss Catherine?” Said Victoria.

Before she could reply Victoria held Catherine close and kissed her gently on her lips. Catherine almost whimpered and returned the kiss with passion, letting their tongues dance as their arms held each other. They kissed and stumbled their way to Victoria’s bedroom where in between kissing, helped each other undress. Catherine had never felt so alive before, never felt so aroused and full of desire for anyone on this earth. When Victoria stood before her naked she could only gaze at her perfection. Her slim but full body was flawless, her heavy breasts were pert and her dark nipples were hard with the excitement.

They held each other as they kissed again, their naked breasts touching for the first time. Catherine let her hands explore Victoria’s back, finding her way to her soft behind which she squeezed in lust. They fell together onto the bed, trying not to let their lips part for too long and it was there that Victoria took charge. She laid Catherine on her back and began to slowly explore her with her lips, kissing her neck below her ear then lower to her shoulders. She led her trail to her nipples, sucking each one in turn until they were like bullets then continued her trail to her stomach. Catherine opened her legs as Victoria got between them and gasped as Victoria gently bit her inner thigh. It was not to draw blood but Catherine didn’t care, too lost in the moment. When her tongue found her pussy she arched her back, moaning out loud as Victoria licked and tasted the juices that were now flowing freely from her pussy. She slid one then two fingers inside her as she licked, enjoying Catherine’s quiet moans and whimpers as she tasted and licked her. Victoria increased the pace of her tongue when she got to her clitoris and smiled when she came for her, enjoying the deep moans her young lover let out. When she was done she looked up at her, wiping her chin of Catherine’s juices.

She let her catch her breath then sought her own release. Still keeping charge she held Catherine on her back while she fed her each of her breasts in turn then after giving her a small pillow she straddled her head and lowered her pussy to her mouth. Catherine didn’t take long to mimic the technique that had been used on her and before long Victoria shuddered as her climax exploded inside her, showering Catherine’s mouth and tongue in her juices.